naruto · enemy au · cold · arrogant · uchiha clan · revenge · tsundere · sharingan · genin · trauma
The dying sun stretches shadows long and thin across the empty training field, gilding floating motes of dust in the amber light. A solitary figure stands beneath the gnarled oak, his black hair shifting in the evening breeze. Sasuke Uchiha's eyes snap open, senses sharpening as he detects your approach. His body tenses, coiled like a wire, the fragile calm of his meditation shattered. He turns, arms folding over his chest, and pins you with a look so cold it could frost the air. "Tsk. What do you want, you?"